Tire Swing, Cont.

Cavalier In Clay

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I don't think we could grow old together

And in that crushing moment, when you realize you're alone
And all those swing rides and road trips don't mean nothing
I want you to feel, like all of it meant something
I guess after all, that's where were different
There's no goodbyes, no hellos, that meant as much as now

I don't think we could grow old together